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One example is being beaten up and waking up in a driveway late at night in a large pool of blood. I've read about many similar situations where people had brain aneurysms and died from the trauma. It's weird though how sometimes escaping death, also feels like death. There's this strange, relentless depression it causes that you can't quite understand. That happened when I got into a car accident too. You think, "But I'm okay, so why am I so sad?" That goes on for a while, waxing and waning, until it becomes this quasi-buried thing that's just always there under a thin layer of sand. When the wind comes along and blows the sand the right way, it hurts like hell.

Ashley Crane wrote:One example is being beaten up and waking up in a driveway late at night in a large pool of blood. I've read about many similar situations where people had brain aneurysms and died from the trauma. It's weird though how sometimes escaping death, also feels like death. There's this strange, relentless depression it causes that you can't quite understand. That happened when I got into a car accident too. You think, "But I'm okay, so why am I so sad?" That goes on for a while, waxing and waning, until it becomes this quasi-buried thing that's just always there under a thin layer of sand. When the wind comes along and blows the sand the right way, it hurts like hell.

Wow, I'm sorry that happened to you! That sounds awful

Amagine wrote:

Ashley Crane wrote:One example is being beaten up and waking up in a driveway late at night in a large pool of blood. I've read about many similar situations where people had brain aneurysms and died from the trauma. It's weird though how sometimes escaping death, also feels like death. There's this strange, relentless depression it causes that you can't quite understand. That happened when I got into a car accident too. You think, "But I'm okay, so why am I so sad?" That goes on for a while, waxing and waning, until it becomes this quasi-buried thing that's just always there under a thin layer of sand. When the wind comes along and blows the sand the right way, it hurts like hell.

Wow, I'm sorry that happened to you! That sounds awful

Thank you!

None that I am ready to talk about.

Kokunda wrote:None that I am ready to talk about.

That's okay. I'm sure everyone has some things that they aren't ready to share with others. It's understandable.

I don't know whether we can fully overcome our traumas; for me, it would be the bad childhood stutter that made it hard to do a lot of things like talk to a girl I dearly loved, but she went and the stutter went too, but nothing never really and truly goes away, so sometimes I feel them linger in my mind.

geoffrey ngoima wrote:I don't know whether we can fully overcome our traumas; for me, it would be the bad childhood stutter that made it hard to do a lot of things like talk to a girl I dearly loved, but she went and the stutter went too, but nothing never really and truly goes away, so sometimes I feel them linger in my mind.

I have some bad experiences from childhood too. It's mostly to do with childhood bullying though.

Amagine wrote:

geoffrey ngoima wrote:I don't know whether we can fully overcome our traumas; for me, it would be the bad childhood stutter that made it hard to do a lot of things like talk to a girl I dearly loved, but she went and the stutter went too, but nothing never really and truly goes away, so sometimes I feel them linger in my mind.

I have some bad experiences from childhood too. It's mostly to do with childhood bullying though.

Oh, sorry, I've always thought a solution for that was a good punch across the jaw

I don't know if it was a trauma exactly, but when I was eight a tornado blew over my house. Nothing was really damaged, but hiding in the closet during it was terrifying. For many years after, every time there was a storm I was very scared another tornado would hit my house. The weather channel alarms always upset me and I would sit glued to the TV waiting for the worst. I got over it when I realized tornadoes are pretty rare in my area and wind, rain and thunder aren't always dangerous. Now I kind of like storms! Lol.

Momiji1987 wrote:I don't know if it was a trauma exactly, but when I was eight a tornado blew over my house. Nothing was really damaged, but hiding in the closet during it was terrifying. For many years after, every time there was a storm I was very scared another tornado would hit my house. The weather channel alarms always upset me and I would sit glued to the TV waiting for the worst. I got over it when I realized tornadoes are pretty rare in my area and wind, rain and thunder aren't always dangerous. Now I kind of like storms! Lol.

I'm glad something as terrifying as a tornado turned into a interest! It's good that you didn't let a bad experience effect your life and opinion!

We lived in the country of Colombia, South America for several years. I was carjacked and hit on the forehead with a gun. After that I was afraid to drive for fear of being attacked again. But I knew that if I gave in to this fear - I probably would never drive again. So I knew I had to face it. The first time I drove again I only went two blocks. The whole time I was shaking like a leaf and was drenched in sweat upon arriving. By continually facing up to the fear, I was able to overcome it and drive again without fear. It was not easy and took a long time but facing up to the fear helped because the other option was to be overcome and never drive again.

kdstrack wrote:We lived in the country of Colombia, South America for several years. I was carjacked and hit on the forehead with a gun. After that I was afraid to drive for fear of being attacked again. But I knew that if I gave in to this fear - I probably would never drive again. So I knew I had to face it. The first time I drove again I only went two blocks. The whole time I was shaking like a leaf and was drenched in sweat upon arriving. By continually facing up to the fear, I was able to overcome it and drive again without fear. It was not easy and took a long time but facing up to the fear helped because the other option was to be overcome and never drive again.

Your story would be a great inspiration to someone one day. I love that you overcame your fear by facing it head on.

My children were born premature and had to live in the NICU for a period. One of my sons also had to have open heart surgery at 6 weeks old. It was the most traumatic period in my life. Now they are 2 and crazy, active little boys!

My biggest trauma that I overcame was Post Partum Depression/Anxiety. I had it terribly with my last two children. Worst of all, most people don't understand it or they don't believe it exists. My daughter is 15 months now and I am just now getting back to my old self. Medication and therapy did wonders. However, God was my healer.

I think is the way my parents raised me. And am not saying they were abusive And all. I just think that they raised me in such a way not to really follow my dreams and all, and that things can only be gotten one way. They might not have realised it. But I think it was a trauma that I think I've overcome.